Get ready for the evening activities ...

Brenda walked by her husband and into the house, never acknowledging his questioning look, as if he expected an answer. She looked at the time on the grandfather clock, standing in the foyer, and cursed noting she only had two hours to get ready. She informed Mitch that Mac was returning at nine.

Mitch was confused and worried about Mac returning in such short time. He was also very hurt, having witnessed his wife being seduced by the limo driver. Knowing it was happening was one thing, but having it thrown in his face was another. He knew he had it coming, and vowed he would have to get accustomed to it.

Brenda set out to test Mitch immediately, liking the power that Mac had given her. “Honey, please be a dear and go draw me a bath. I’m gonna grab something to eat, real quick, and then I’ll be right up. Brenda merely shrugged her raincoat, dropping it on the floor in a heap. She traipsed totally naked into the kitchen. She made herself a thick sandwich after she realized she hadn’t eaten anything all day. She devoured the sandwich as she listened to Mitch upstairs in the bathroom.

By the time she made it to the bathroom, Mitch was standing idly over the tub watching it fill with water. Brenda gave him a cursory peck on the cheek, thanking him as she stepped into the tub. Mitch stood silently watching his wife ease into the warm water. “Why don’t you be a honey, and start moving things around like Mac said?” Brenda winked at Mitch as he turned and left her there alone. While she was luxuriating in the tub, she thought more and more about her current plight. After her wonderfully adventurous day, she was committed to doing as Mac pleased.

Ever since that eventful day, every time there was a payment to be made, Brenda always ended up with a satisfying sexual experience. The only problem she had were the pangs of guilt and shame that hit her when it was over. She had initially been totally embarrassed, taken advantage of in front of her husband. But the limo ride proved something to her. She realized her pathetic loser of a husband, actually seemed to get off knowing she had been with other men! If that was the way he felt, then she was going to take full advantage of it while she could. When this was all over, she’d have to think long and hard, whether she’d ever go back to the way things used to be. She had Mac, Carmine, Vito Vinnie, Jermaine, Howard, Butch, and George all within a couple weeks. Though she wasn’t sure whether Mitch knew about the last four, she was certain he eventually would find out. Just thinking about the eight men, and their virile cocks, made Brenda tingle with excitement. She also began to tingle in expectation, knowing that Mac always had something in store for her, yet he always seemed to keep her on edge. She liked the feeling that was washing over her. It was almost like being a teenager again; nervous, excited passion, always giggly and bubbly, full of life and zest.

Brenda bounced from the tub, wrapped the towel around her and went to the bedroom. She sat at her makeup counter and proceeded to do up her hair in an elegant swirling bun. She purposefully let a few strands fall, accenting her face in a subtly, sexual way. She artfully applied her makeup and accented her eyes. Once again, the jade jewels sparkled in the mirror as Brenda admired her confident glow. She opened her jewelry box and pulled her diamond earrings and necklace out. She laid them on the table along with a sparkling diamond bracelet her mother had given her as a wedding present. She glided to the bed and lifted the elegant black gown from the box, once more admiring the tantalizing design. Realizing she had no appropriate undergarments to wear with the outfit, Brenda smirked as she donned the gown. Sitting on the bed, she strapped on the five-inch stilettos that were still in the box. She quickly looked in the full length mirror before donning her jewelry. Now that she was in full attire, Brenda modeled in front of the mirror, seeing how she would look to others. She was definitely exquisite as she slowly pirouetted, noting how the back diamond exposed a tiny hint of the valley between her ass cheeks. She tried readjusting to pull the dress up a bit, but eventually resigned herself to the idea that the opening was purposefully designed like that. She liked the way her bosom filled out the front of the gown, and was equally happy of her toned stomach on visible display.

Mitch had just entered the room as Brenda turned in the mirror. He nearly dropped the armful of extra clothing Brenda had stored in the guest room as he looked at his gorgeous wife. When she asked what he thought, he replied, “Magnificent,” though he had some reservations on how revealing the outfit was.

Brenda shrugged him off, “It’s what Mac wants!” She waved her hands around the room, “Honey, please make sure this is all cleaned up and put away before I get back.” She doused herself with, what she affectionately referred to, as her ‘fuck me’ perfume. Walking slowly by Mitch, she stopped to let him inhale her aroma, and gave him another peck on the cheek. “Please arrange the drawers in an orderly manner, and put all the other items, neatly, in the closet. The boxes can be thrown out. If you get done early, you can watch the video tapes lying on the bed. There are two more downstairs in the lobby also. Don’t stay up late; I don’t know when I’ll be back.” Brenda turned her back and strolled like an heiress down the steps and to the bar. She poured herself some scotch and dropped a couple cubes in it. She meandered about the bar sipping her drink, contemplating her fate, anticipating her evening, and patiently waiting for the limo to arrive. She was at surprising odds with herself. Even though she knew she was behaving like a slut, she didn’t feel like one! Before, she’d have openly condemned anyone who was doing what she was doing. But now that the coin had been flipped, and Brenda was on the other side, she held a confident belief that she was different. Her actions were justified! The circumstances were not under her control. She was but a puppet for Mitch to barter, and for Mac to play with. Whatever she did, was not ‘really’ by her choice, even though Mac did give her ‘choices.’ She now created a category for herself; one above those that roam the streets, merely doing what she did, for **** money. No! She was better than that, and as long as Mac treated her right, she could maintain her dignity!

She had wondered what would happen if she just walked away? If she left Mitch, and Mac, what would become of her no-good husband? She easily surmised, Mac would get his due from Mitch in other forms. The problem for Brenda was that she had come from nothing, and had nothing to go to. She couldn’t tear herself away from the luxury she had quickly grown accustomed to. She liked what she had, what Mitch had provided when times were better, when she thought he was making a good income. It had been a lie! His income wasn’t from work, it was from gambling, and had she known, she’d probably not have fallen for him like she did. She was blinded by his generosity, and the surrounding luxury.

Brenda heard the limo pull up and slammed her empty glass down on the bar. She wanted to run out to the car and jump in, but knew that was not how it was supposed to happen. She nervously waited, biting her lip until the doorbell chimed. Brenda was greeted at the door once again by Jermaine. His demeanor was much different now as he extended his elbow to Brenda for her to hold onto as he escorted her to the black stretch. Brenda was taken aback by his gentlemanly behavior, in sharp contrast to earlier. She smiled as he opened the door and escorted her into the back seat.